I see you are already as timid as a slave: you might as well be in love.

...it is not for the illusion of a moment to govern the choice of a lifetime.

How characteristic of your perverse heart that longs only for what happens to be out of reach.

I am astonished at the pleasure one experiences in doing good; and I should be tempted to believe that what we call virtuous people have not so much merit as they lead us to suppose.

Don't you remember that love, like medicine, is only the art of encouraging nature?

I assure you that the world is not so amusing as we imagined.

I can see that you're in love, but only in a very narrow sense. It's the love of someone that finds charms and qualities in a woman that she doesn't actually have, who puts her in a class apart with every one else in second place, and who stays attached to her even while he's abusing her.